A RIVER ~BY AK RAMANUJAN
In Madurai,
city of temples and poets,
who sang of cities and temples,
Poems
BECAUSE I COULD NOT STOP FOR DEATH ~BY EMILY DICKINSON
Because I could not stop for Death –He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.
ONE ART ~BY ELIZABETH BISHOP
The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
WE WEAR THE MASK ~BY PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR
We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
This debt we pay to human guile;
LADY MY BEAGLE ~BY PAM LEVARI
You were sweet and small and I didn’t know you at all-
Under your mask you became part of it all-
LIVING IN THE PAST DAYS LOVE ~BY SHAHED KHANDAKER
The winter will befall upon our youth,
We will lose the spring of our vigour
A sheer dullness shall have its firm growth,
THE ROAD NOT TAKEN ~BY ROBERT FROST
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
STILL I RISE ~BY MAYA ANGELOU
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
WHERE THE MIND IS WITHOUT FEAR ~BY RABINDRANATH TAGORE
Where the mind is without fear
And the head is held high,
THE BANGLE SELLERS ~BY SAROJINI NAIDU
Bangle sellers are we who bear
Our shining loads to the temple fair…
Who will buy these delicate, bright
Rainbow-tinted circles of light?